I had a rough time during childhood. I was just innocent. I needed love and support but didn’t get it.

Favoritism ruled the house. Caretakers weren’t perfect or emotionally supportive.

The only one who was there for me was me.

As I grew, I learned the maltreatment and abuse I faced by HK led to isolation.

It killed my trust in the people who were supposed to protect me.Looking back, I saw the cycle of bullying from NK, then HK, then aimed at MK.

No one knew about the abuse I had to go through.

The scars and tears that hid inside was just too much for me to handle. I don’t think anyone else would survive this far as it took tremendous courage and willpower.

I remember once we went to a party at one uncle’s place and which B.S told me to not blabber anything to uncle.

I did not listen, I told my uncle thinking he would help. To my surprise he did, but B.S was unhappy and I felt that was the point he started hating me.

I had no one, not a single soul to confide nor comfort. I was repeatedly abused until I lost my confidence and self-esteem.

All I could do was to isolate and give a poker face: Acting without revealing my hidden emotions.

Being a survivor I had to isolate and disengage with H.K as he always was favoured by B.S. and U.S.

The mask I wore was merely a facade, to hide the tears and sorrows, especially when it came from my own bloodline.